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Entranced
with such august spreadings,
deep dark pinions play
with the sciences of nature.
It seems enfolding,
as it unfolds;
a soft featherbed
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for my daughter
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a homage to Kurt Vonnegut, and John Mellencamp
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Baby-hood is sunflowers, water-painted,
because Daddys love yellow.
Big Eyes never stop staring,
when theyknow you miss your father.
Baby-hood i..
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"I am dying." ,
or so she says, eyes wide,
and leaning into me,
as if I had heard her
in the blurry rise of a nap.
Her hood of shroud..
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Blood is not a one man act.
With a pound of flesh, a pint
is always tapped to take the lead.
Families wear a noblesse,sashed
along the blue ..
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